The times are growing harder, for all of the worlds. In Lyra's world, the Armoured Bears and Witches grow anxious within the frozen wastelands of the north, where further south, dæmons grow fearful. Even in Will's World, people are beginning to feel anxious, though they are not sure why. A war is coming. A war that threatens to engulf all of the worlds. It is the war of the Authority and the Republic of Heaven, created by Lord Asriel himself to overthrow the monarchy of the Almighty. And thrown in the middle of this, are two children, destined to hold the greatest weapons known to all the worlds. So what will you do? Will you fight to defend the Authority, or join Lord Asriel to help bring about its destruction. Armies are mustering, and the time is drawing nearer. Every person makes a difference. What will your's be?

Lord Asriel has opened a bridge to the city seen in the aurora borealis, and he has taken it upon himself to travel to the city in the clouds. Accompanying him is Marisa Coulter, and together, they have travelled to the other worlds, leaving Lyra's World, perhaps for good. A furious Magisterium has excommunicated the both of them, and stripped Lord Asriel of his title, and his possessions in Lyra's World. The bridge itself is sealed, as the Magisterium is now struggling to prevent others from accessing it.

But Lord Asriel's act has triggered other anamolies in Lyra's World, as strange windows have opened everywhere. They are nearly invisible to the naked eye, but sightings of them have been reported, and they are growing in number.

Meanwhile, the Magisterium has to contend with a serious breach of security where a large group of Republican commandos have infiltrated the grounds of the College of St Jerome's. Stringent reviews are now being undertaken of the Magisterium's security measures.

And at Oxford, Ryan Whitman is testing something which could change the world as we speak...

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Asriel hadn't visited the Kingdom of Auster in his world since he was in his early twenties. It didn't have much use, except for holding a penal colony and a colony of aborigines. Neither of those two interested Asriel very much.

The Australia in this world, on the other hand, was surprisingly well developed. A city which might rival London. Who would have thought?

Asriel and Stelmaria observed the array of monitors in front of them from the back of a van. It was a rental under a false name, one he had no intention of returning. They had sprayed a cleaning company on it and fitted the back with a large number of monitors and cameras - some he had obtained from other worlds, others he had purchased from this one. Together, they could make out nearly the entirety of their surrounding.

The man tested his microphone. He was used to his role by now. Stelmaria was not in a form which allowed him to blend into the world and this mostly meant taking a backseat. Asriel didn't mind. Much. Whatever was needed to get the job done.

"Testing, one, two. Testing, one, two. This is Ares. This is Ares. Do you copy?"

"Yes, this is Aphrodite. Moving into position now." Marisa spoke calmly as she approached the rather lavish house. She examined the set up, and it was a clever one.

He had a garage, through the small window of it she could see a rather large SUV. When going between this world and their own, he could probably get a servant to drive him, all without his daemon being seen by the public. He could merely slip from his house, to the garage, then the SUV could drive him to wherever the window he used was. Upon reaching the front door, she rang the doorbell.

Ozymandias usually traveled in a large backback on his human's back, but instead she held him. She wanted King Ogunwe to see her sharp golden daemon and be reminded of who she was. Not much else about her right now was that recognizable. She wasn't wearing makeup, or finery, and her hair was much longer and unstyled than when she first met him. It wasn't that she wasn't taken care of, it was just that her appearance was much more practical.

Her hair was up in a ponytail, her clothes were clean but something she never would've worn back in their world, and she only wore a bit of natural-looking mascara on her eye lashes rather than a full face of makeup. Marisa waited for him to answer the door, hoping he would see her daemon and recognize her.

Asriel watched a servant open the door. He heard the servant's words clearly through the microphone.

"Please come this way. Mr Umtiti is waiting for you."

Asriel followed Marisa's cam footage as they entered the house. It wasn't ideal, but it had to do, a better option than hacking into the CCTV feeds in Ogunwe's house and possibly alerting him to Asriel's presence.

He studied a copy of the house plan pulled up alongside footage of Marisa moving through the house.

"He's bringing you to the parlour. Large bay windows facing the garden."

He looked ahead to the parlour and saw glimpses of Ogunwe and his cheetah through the window.